She is a girl, she is a peer, Amongst all, she is her father's dear, She is a wife, she is a mother, She is a prepossessing soul, unlike her there's none another. Though every day is there for her to celebrate, But more so for the others to think and reverberate, Have we done enough for them in this archaic world? A question that every now and then gets hurled. A woman unarmed, need not seek revival, She should not smother, neither should she worry for her survival, An epitome so unreal is blurring her eyes away, Its time that we give them an intent, a hope, a ray, Give them their space, let them fly high, And they'll be an unstoppable force, so much so that even the sky goes shy, Mince your steps towards this change and let them collate the courage, Give them a word of your mouth that you'll always encourage. Today on woman's day, let us pledge this initiative, Support vehemently and let them be creative, Sit back, relax, for glory let them thrive, And see them overcoming the struggles of life. #sociogram_creator

I can’t wait to get to meet my protector, He watches what I do, But he calls the shots on my time to go, In heaven I don’t have to be in a wheelchair anymore, I can fly like a butterfly, I can reconnect with my family and friends, I’ll be an angel, My friends and family would be happy to see me well taken care of. #sociogram_creator

The clock hits 12' again, Eyes wide open enough, Yet feels like waking up from a dream; The hues of green, blue,yellow and red, Disperse from the core of my heart. The series of wishes catch my breath, Still my ears yearn for the sweetest one, Unheard and unmatched; Restless shadows sketch my lingers. I feel the shivers from my head to toe, The moon away from million miles, Greets with its silver tints; I watch the glee of glistening stars, Hailing for a new start! My fingers caress my strands of hair, The thought restricts on a pending wish, My nails scratch the window panes, The desire latches on an unfulfilled message. It pains where three words are tougher to get, It dries throat if easiest things are rarest to touch, It wets eyes when attuned gazes turn into unseen thirsts, Among the delicate chocolates and candies. I await for the embrace interlocking my broken pieces, I long for the forehead-kiss curing my wounds, I crave for the lap enriching my peace-world. It shows 5 minutes past to 12, Waking up from a fake reverie. I knew it won't come again, The new start won't be ravishing again, The radiant hues won't show his path again, The presents won't unfasten the lost memories again! My birthday will come and go, Aging will make my experiences grow; But all I know they can't cover, Can never cover my longing- For my dad again. #sociogram_creator